I didn't like the attempt to shoot the fox either, but he ended up photographing the fox instead. So far it's turned out that the donkeys are guarding the barnyard. The fox wants nothing to do with them.

I haven't delved into the posts much yet, but I appreciate the thought that's gone into them. I believe some genuine soul searching is extant. Ma Nature is no sweetheart, and neither are we humans. Easy to talk the talk from the burbs; harder to walk the walk on the farm.